History. Ruins. Swords.
What more could a guy ask for? OK. I can think of lots of things. But symantics aside, Toledo is one amazing city. And I´m completely captivated by it. Contrary to assumptions, Jennifer and I rarely get a chance to sight-see when abroad, as most of our time is spent ministering to people. But when I was offered a true “day off” to see Toledo, there was no hesitation.
The “old city” is perched high atop a hill, looking down over sprawling modern development, with an ancient waterway swirling around its base. Water which, due to its particular mineral content, made steel even stronger when used for quenching. The team was equally impressed, marveling at the walls, churches, and countless stores full of swords. The rain held off all day, allowing us to take in the sites, smells, and sounds of a city oozing with history.
But by far the most outstanding event was the superb driving of our chaufuer, Ableardo. As we climbed higher into the city with our 18-passenger van, the streets became narrower and narrower. To the point that we had to fold in the mirrors. Eventually we could go no further, and Ableardo actually had to back out of a winding ally we wandered down. Driving a stick. The walls were actually (not exagerated) two inches from the side of the van for more than 200 feet. I shot video of the whole thing, as not once did he scrape the sides. (Below: our French Momma, Marie-Elise, sits in quiet awe as we back down the corridor)
From now on when someone in the States says, “It was close,” I´ll politely object and say, “watch this.” ch: